i slept watching tv and woke up with the tv still on. interesting to note that around 4am, i woke up to the show THE DIRECTORS and their featured dude was darren arronofsky. they were discussing how he made REQUIEM FOR A DREAM and also his new one, THE FOUNTAIN. man, i wanna watch that! si cool oz hugh jackman pala and the pretty pretty rachel weisz ang bida niya. bet!

gusto ko yung challenge niya actually. "let us interrogate the direction of our freedoms." this really applies to the whole world right now, not just sa lgbt world. and that last stanza makes a lot of sense.

interessant.

The speech/poem/rant is attached. Please pass it on, especially to the people you know most need to read/hear/respond to it. In the tradition of Bayard Rustin, Susan B. Anthony, June Jordan, Harvey Milk, and Audre Lorde, let us interrogate the direction of our freedoms. Let us continue to ask ourselves those questions that are hardest for us to hear.

With love and the most affectionate gratitude, Staceyann

Staceyann Chin's speech/poem at Gay Games VII

Being queer has no bearing on race or class or creed my white publicist said true love is never affected by color or country or the carnal need for cash

I curb the flashes of me crashing across the table to knock his blond skin from Manhattan to Montego Bay to witness the bloody beatings of beautiful brown boys accused of the homosexual crime of buggery

amidst the new fangled fallacies of sexual and racial freedom for all these under-informed self-congratulating pseudo-intellectual utterances reflect how apolitical the left has become

I don't know why but the term lesbian just seems so confrontational to me why can't you people just say you date other people ?

Again I say nothing tongue and courage tied with fear I am at once livid ashamed and paralyzed by the neo-conservatism breeding malicious amongst us

Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgender Ally Questioning Two spirit Non-gender conforming—every year we add a new letter our community is happily expanding beyond the scope of the dream stonewall sparked within us

yet everyday I become more afraid to say black or lesbian or woman—everyday under the pretense of unity I swallow something I should have said about the epidemic of AIDS in Africa or the violence against teenage-girls in East New York or the mortality rate of young boys on the south-side of Chicago

even in friendly conversation I get the bell hooks-ian urge to kill mother-fuckers who say stupid shit to me all day bitter branches of things I cannot say out loud sprout deviant from my neck

fuck you-you-fucking-racist-sexist-turd fuck you for wanting to talk about homophobia while you exploit the desperation of undocumented immigrants to clean your hallways bathe your children and cook your dinner for less than you and I spend on our tax deductible lunch!

I want to scream all oppression is connected you dick

at the heart of every radical action in history stood the dykes who were feminists the anti-racists who were gay rights activists the men who believed being vulnerable could only make our community stronger

as the violence against us increases where are the LGBT centers in those neighborhoods where assaults occur most frequently? as the tide of the Supreme Court changes where are the LGBT marches to support a woman's right to an abortion? what say we about health insurance for those who can least afford it?

HIV/AIDS was once a reason for gay white men to act up now your indifference spells the death of straight black women and imprisoned Latino boys apparently if the tragedy does not immediately impact you you don't give a fuck

offer a social ladder to those of us inclined to climb and watch the bottom of a movement fall out a revolution once pregnant with expectation flounders without direction the privileged and the plundered grow listless apathetic and individualistic no one knows where to vote or what to vote for anymore

the faces that represent us have begun to look like the ones who used to burn crosses and beat bulldaggers and fuck faggots up the ass with loaded guns

the companies that sponsor our events do not honor the way we live or love or dance or pray our life partnerships are deemed domestic and the term marriage is reserved for those unions sanctioned by a church controlled state

for all the landmarks we celebrate we are still niggers and faggots and minstrel references for jokes created on the funny pages of a heterosexual world

the horizons are changing to keep pace with technology and policy alike the LGBT manifesto has evolved into a corporate agenda and outside that agenda a woman is beaten every 12 seconds every two minutes a girl is raped somewhere in America

and while we stand here well-dressed and rejoicing in India in China in South America a small child cuts the cloth to construct you a new shirt a new shoe an old lifestyle held upright by the engineered hunger and misuse of impoverished lives

gather round ye fags, dykes trannies and all those in between we are not simply at a political crossroad we are buried knee deep in the quagmire of a battle for our humanity

the powers that have always been have already come for the Jew the communist and the trade unionist the time to act is now! Now! while there are still ways we can fight Now! because the rights we have are still so very few Now! because it is the right thing to do Now! before you open the door to find they have finally come for you

cool.

anyway isa pang chorva, i just finished a megamini-review of this book sa aking anti-rust punditry pages.

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